Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.
There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, So just give me a happy middle And a very happy start.
If you are a dreamer come in If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer If youre a pretender com sit by my fire For we have some flax golden tales to spin Come in! Come in!
Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.
Do a loony-goony dance 'Cross the kitchen floor, Put something silly in the world That ain't been there before.
She had blue skin, And so did he. He kept it hid And so did she. They searched for blue Their whole life through, Then passed right by- And never knew.
All The Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas Layin' In The Sun, Talkin' 'Bout The Things They Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda Done... But All Those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas All Ran Away And Hid From One Little Did.
Tell my I'm clever, Tell me I'm kind, Tell me I'm talented, Tell me I'm cute, Tell me I'm sensitive, Graceful and Wise Tell me I'm perfect-- But tell me the TRUTH.
Underneath my outside face There's a face that none can see. A little less smiley, A little less sure, But a whole lot more like me.
When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?
EARLY BIRD Oh, if you’re a bird, be an early bird And catch the worm for your breakfast plate. If you’re a bird, be an early early bird-- But if you’re a worm, sleep late.
Anything is possible. Anything can be.
I know a way to stay friends forever, There's really nothing to it, I tell you what to do, And you do it.
... and she loved a boy very, very much-- even more than she loved herself.
The baby bat Screamed out in fright, 'Turn on the dark, I'm afraid of the light.
So I'm all of love that could make it today.
If there is a book you want to read but isn`t written yet,write it.
...I am writing these poems from inside a lion...
And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.
Everything isn't everything
If you are a dreamer come in
So what if nobody came? I’ll have all the ice cream and tea, And I’ll laugh with myself, And I’ll dance with myself, And I’ll sing, “Happy Birthday to me!
And the tree was happy
If the track is tough and the hill is rough, THINKING you can just ain't enough!
Would you like to hear the night i bravely fought the- no? alright
And he didn't really know where he was going, but he did know he was going somewhere, because you really have to go somewhere, don't you?
Talked my head off Worked my tail off Cried my eyes out Walked my feet off Sang my heat out So you see, There's really not much left of me.
My beard grows down to my toes, I never wears no clothes, I wraps my hair Around my bare, And down the road I goes.
Although I cannot see your face As you flip these poems awhile, Somewhere from some far-off place I hear you laughing--and I smile.
I've found my missin' piece So grease my knees and fleece my bees I've found my missin' piece!